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By Junebug694 on July 8th 2009, late morning.on topic So you're drinking
so full of pain i turn to my friend
a bottle named -----
misleadingly cold to the touch,
burning as it slithers down my throat.
bitter, yet soon brings a sweet surreneder.
and in the bottle i find a cool numbness
that quickly soothes my troubled mind.
and the closer i get to the bottom,
the more numb i become.
till i feel i am floaing above myself,
looking down on my sorry corpse,
who drank itself to death.
a bottle named -----
misleadingly cold to the touch,
burning as it slithers down my throat.
bitter, yet soon brings a sweet surreneder.
and in the bottle i find a cool numbness
that quickly soothes my troubled mind.
and the closer i get to the bottom,
the more numb i become.
till i feel i am floaing above myself,
looking down on my sorry corpse,
who drank itself to death.
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By grassisgreener on July 15th 2009, the wee hours.
on topic So you're drinking
don't say this isn't
what you wanted,
packed the car hopped in
through the side and
gone.
every person you knew
shrinks into the
earth
miles and miles and
further
yet
we will get
on topic So you're drinking
don't say this isn't
what you wanted,
packed the car hopped in
through the side and
gone.
every person you knew
shrinks into the
earth
miles and miles and
further
yet
we will get
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Junkie
By Randomness x on August 5th 2009, late afternoon.on topic So you're drinking
So you're drinking again?
All you think about is boose,
Throwing up in the back alley,
Counldnt make it to the loo's.
It wasn't easy growning up,
With someone like you.
Always in a bad mood,
Not knowing what to do.
I learnt to put up with it,
But not this time.
Even though you say so,
It's obvious you're not fine.
You can go and get sober,
Because I can't stand it anymore,
I'm not gonna be there when you're crying,
When you're passed out on the floor.
All you think about is boose,
Throwing up in the back alley,
Counldnt make it to the loo's.
It wasn't easy growning up,
With someone like you.
Always in a bad mood,
Not knowing what to do.
I learnt to put up with it,
But not this time.
Even though you say so,
It's obvious you're not fine.
You can go and get sober,
Because I can't stand it anymore,
I'm not gonna be there when you're crying,
When you're passed out on the floor.
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